They emerge from
hiding during
the summer months,
eyes shining with light
the way ripe fruit
teems with juice
in the heat
they frolic and cavort
with a courage that borders
upon madness
but look oh look
how high they leap
Then they sense
the waning evenings
the longer nights
decay tattooing it’s sigil
on everything
but by then
they tire
and make beds again
beneath rich loam and piles
of leaves
waiting for the season to turn
when they will find play
once
again.
